He walks alone this empty road
To the place he calls home
Past the gates of sorrow and misery
To the place he's always known
Was the reason for his being
The reason for his breathe
Cuz the reason for his living
Was the purpose of his death
His death of shock
But not of surprise
As you look at the sadness
Of his dear mothers' eyes
Her eyes of darkness
Pits of black
As she realizes the truth
He has his son back
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